With you I'm not a fascist, can't play you like a toy

And when I need to dominate, you're not my little boy

You see that I am hungry, for a life of understanding

And you forgive my angry little heart when she's demanding

You bring me to my knees

While I'm scratching out the eyes

Of a world I want to conqure, and deliver, and despise

And right while I am kneeling there, I suddenly begin to care

And understand that there could be, a person that loves me

[Madonna]